I want June back: She is an empty month, cold, desolate like an Arctic winter or a Sargasso sea where the things we love are lost forever. June, the sixth month, the turn to summer, the loss of a daughter and grandson in that lifeless sea of time, the icy Artic of my heart
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I'm glad you are expressing this so well and so aptly. Thank you for posting it.
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